The air inside the temple was cold enough to bite. Moonlight spilled through the cracked roof, painting the stone floor in silver streaks. Every flicker of light made the shadows shift, alive and whispering.

Selene stood in the center of the circle drawn with salt and ash. Her bare feet pressed against the ancient markings that pulsed faintly with energy. Around her, the walls were covered in old runes, symbols said to have been carved by the first Luna Queen.

She could hear her own heartbeat ...